Biografia:
Chapel Hill’s indie Americana quartet Mipso (formerly Mipso Trio) are influenced by the contradiction of their progressive home and the surrounding rural southern landscapes. Mipso currently ventures further than ever from their string-band pedigree to discover a broader Americana where classic folk-rock and modern alt-country sounds mingle easily with Appalachian tradition. Adding drums and electric instruments to their intimate four-part harmonies and powerful acoustic meld
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
G D G
[Verse]
G C G
I am a man half a century from home
C G Em
These calloused hands served their master well
Em
Dear nothing is the matter
C G
We plow our feilds and scatter in the wind
D G
To end our days alone
C G
I remember crawling into Grandma's open arms
C G Em
And hiding in the blanket by her feet
Em
She said "We're all each other's neighbors
C G
Searching for a saviour to lead us home
D G
On the day we leave.
[Chorus]
C G
When I'm gone, don't you think of me
D
Don't you place a rose upon my stone
G
Promise me you'll never weep
C G
Tell the chldren I'm asleep
D G
And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home
[Verse]
C G
Won't you bury me in the Carolina clay
C G Em
It seeped into my fingers anyway
C
This ground is someting hallow, bury me shallow
G D G
Let me feel the tapping of the rain
C G
We'll never know the place we all would go from here
C
Be still, my soul
G Em
Bring the hour near
Em
We see the world in flashes
C G
Ashes all to ashes, dust to dust
D G
We've come to dissapear
[Chorus]
C G
When I'm gone, don't you think of me
D
Don't you place a rose upon my stone
G
Promise me you'll never weep
C G
Tell the chldren I'm asleep
D G
And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home
D G
And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home
G D G
G D G
[Verse]
G C G
I am a man half a century from home
C G Em
These calloused hands served their master well
Em
Dear nothing is the matter
C G
We plow our feilds and scatter in the wind
D G
To end our days alone
C G
I remember crawling into Grandma's open arms
C G Em
And hiding in the blanket by her feet
Em
She said "We're all each other's neighbors
C G
Searching for a saviour to lead us home
D G
On the day we leave.
[Chorus]
C G
When I'm gone, don't you think of me
D
Don't you place a rose upon my stone
G
Promise me you'll never weep
C G
Tell the chldren I'm asleep
D G
And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home
[Verse]
C G
Won't you bury me in the Carolina clay
C G Em
It seeped into my fingers anyway
C
This ground is someting hallow, bury me shallow
G D G
Let me feel the tapping of the rain
C G
We'll never know the place we all would go from here
C
Be still, my soul
G Em
Bring the hour near
Em
We see the world in flashes
C G
Ashes all to ashes, dust to dust
D G
We've come to dissapear
[Chorus]
C G
When I'm gone, don't you think of me
D
Don't you place a rose upon my stone
G
Promise me you'll never weep
C G
Tell the chldren I'm asleep
D G
And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home
D G
And sing "Holy, holy, holy" as I make my jorney home
G D G
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